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When you are in trouble, you find out just how strong you are. Left with no means of escape, I turned my tongue into a weapon of warfare. When I was in my underground cell and when I was tied to that bewitched tree, I was praying. All I had learnt in church for years came back to me. I mean stuffs I never bothered to take seriously. With those knowledge of the word of God, I went to war in prayers, bombarding the throne of God with nonstop plea for my deliverance. My deliverance did not come immediately. While I waited to be delivered, my heart opened to God in love and I for once saw that life was more important than the speed with which you lose your virginity and how much sex you are getting. Faith rose in me and I held firmly unto God. I knew my parents were praying for me and that encouraged me to pray more.

In the occult world which Ryan’s grandparents belonged to, the search for Ryan was still on. He had somehow eluded them. There were nights I saw him in my dreams and he told me that I would not die in that cell. Sometimes he sounded like he truly loved me, but with how much I had suffered, I did not believe one word of the things he said to me. In the city the police were still investigating my disappearance. Though they were horrified by the bits of information they had dug up about Ryan Tyler, they still continued with the case. There were days I would see policemen drive past the tree to which I was tied. I would shout and call out to them but they would not hear me. Such days broke my heart, but I did not give up. My skin had become very scruffy by reason of my being unclad for a long time and by sleeping on bare floor.

After two whole years of my disappearance, my parents began to believe they would never see me again. I felt the same way too. In the third year, they received a glimmer of hope. They had relocated from Alabama to California in an effort to put behind them what had happened to me. They had to rush down to Alabama, when the police informed them that Ryan Tyler had visited Kessie Kufuo. Kessie was convinced by the police to lure Ryan back to her apartment.  The day Kessie was to meet with Ryan in her apartment, her house and street in Nevada were surrounded by the police. My parents were neck deep in prayers for him to be apprehended and the police had high hopes. Kessie and everyone involved in the case waited for Ryan from morning till night and he did not show up. By mid-night, he showed up in Kessie’s apartment. The girl was brave. She put her life on the line and alerted the police.

Kessie kept Ryan busy with a conversation and tried her best to elicit some information from him as she was instructed by the police. Sadly, for Kessie and everyone involved, Ryan knew the police were after him, and that Kessie had betrayed him. When the police made it into the apartment, both Ryan and Kessie were gone. Now the police had their task multiplied. Every investigative method needed to find Kessie by the police was applied and it all came up short. It was as if Ryan went into the thin air with Kessie. By 4:00 pm the next day, the police got a phone call that a black lady had been found lying unconscious in a cemetery in the city. When the police arrived at the cemetery, they found the unconscious lady was Kessie Kufuo. She had some cuts and blood stains all over had body. It took three weeks before she could wake from coma; and when she did, she had quite some tale to tell.

“Ryan is human. He is alive. He took me to see the missing girl Silvia Obidike. They are keeping her in a cell under the ground!” Kessie announced to all present the moment she woke from coma. “Where is the underground cell they are keeping her?” a police officer asked. I don’t know, but is it in Alabama. He told me so.” “Why did you say he is human?” “He was bleeding. I hurt him when he took me from my apartment. We fought and I drew blood from him.” The police had seen some blood stains in Kessie’s apartment, but when they analyzed it, it gave them an awkward result. The blood was sterile. It gave no information about its source. That was yet another mystery in the investigation. The information which Kessie provided about my being alive gave my parents hope that I might be found alive. My father almost moved back to Alabama, hoping that soon, the police would find me. After months had passed and the police found nothing combing all the possible places I could have been, my father gave up hope and stopped going to Alabama.

He just could not bear the heartache anymore. At this time, I began to have dreams I could not explain. At first I was afraid that perhaps I was going to die and that God was showing it to me. For many nights I found myself in streets overlaid with gold. The streets had joyful people of all races. After those dreams I began to feel like someone was visiting me every night. I was not afraid of this unseen presence like I was of those evil spirits the evil occult worshiped. Because I had no one to share my experiences with, I kept it all in my heart and continued to pray for God to deliver me. Then from nowhere, Ryan’s grandfather visited me and told me they were going to kill me if my purity was not restored soon. He announced to me that they had found another virgin who would take my place. His words made me prepare for death and I intensified my prayer. I moved from praying for God to deliver me, to asking God to destroy the occult group. I knew my prayers were effective because shortly afterwards, they came to my cell and gagged my lips.

I took that for an encouragement and continued to pray in my heart. The gag over my mouth was removed only when they served me food. While I ate, I would mumble prayers under my breath. I could not explain it, instead of pleading for my life to be spared, my heart was filled with peace. I had peace I could not explain where it came from. In those evenings when they would move me from my cell to the tree above, I would see that they were building a new altar away from the one which was destroyed. Of a truth they had found an African virgin to offer to the devil for their freedom. In the city, the case took another turn when a body was found floating on a river. When it was recovered, it turned out to be Ryan Tyler’s body. A knife had been driven through his skull. Something or someone had killed him. But how do you kill a dead thing?

After digging up tons of birth records, the police found another Ryan Tyler who was born to Greg and Lucy Tyler in 1965. The police were convinced that the Ryan Tyler found dead on a river was the same Ryan Tyler born to Greg and Lucy Tyler. The mystery they could not crack at this time was how he managed to be younger than his age and bore semblance with the Ryan Tyler who died in 1804. According to his birth record, his grandparents were George and Nancy Tyler. They had nailed it. Though there were many questions yet to be answered, the police were glad that they were getting closer to solving the mystery about my disappearance, Ryan Tyler’s identity and what happened to all the missing young girls in my city. With the information found about George Tyler and his wife Nancy, the police located their house at the outskirts of the city where I met Ryan’s grandparents the first time.

It was there that the many questions about who Ryan Tyler was were answered. In a room in the house, over twenty coffins were found which contained many look-alikes of Ryan Tyler. The old cult had been cloning the Ryan Tyler who died in 1804 and sending them out to bring in teenage African immigrants to use for their sacrifices. How they were able to do that was a mystery. In search of clues. The police chief in charge of the case secured an order to dig up the grave of the Ryan Tyler who died in 1804. What they found inside the grave was a fresh corpse of one more Ryan Tyler. The police were left to conjecture that the grave was the means through the Tyler family were cloning many Ryan Tylers. They also speculated that perhaps in 1965, the Ryan Tyler who died in 1804 was reborn to finish his work. Both the grave and Ryan’s grandfather’s house were sealed off by the police.

A month after the above incident, a man, dazzling in appearance and brighter than the sun, walked up to the tree to which I was tied and set me free. He had said to me, “Your prayers have been heard and your sins forgiven. Now go home.” When he said those words, the chains on my hands and my feet fell off and the tree to which I was tied, withered immediately. I staggered away from the tree, walked across the road and told the crowd which had gathered, gazing at me in amazement, that I was Silvia Obidike. A black woman gave me her coat and covered my nakedness. Within minutes the police arrived and took me to a hospital. When I met my parents and siblings, I poured out my heart in tearful plea for forgiveness for the pains I had put them through. Three months after I returned to my parents, the police called to inform us that another Ryan Tyler had been spotted withdrawing money from an ATM machine in New York City. Till this day, Ryan’s grandparents and the members of their cult have not been found and neither have their coven and the cell in which they kept me been found. Ryan Tyler was my first love.  My first real love. It was very sad that through the love I thought I shared with him, I was brought close to the gates of hell. I doubt I will ever love someone again.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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